"And are they all pretty?" Oh, yes! Most of them are much prettier than I am!" Really?" I asked. "Then why do you think Skip chose you, Trish?" She op...ned her mouth, but closed it slowly without saying a word. I could see her mind pushing rapidly down the road I had set her on and I saw the moment when realization hit her eyes."Yes," I confirmed, "Skip chose you because you really are that beautiful, that desirable. I really hate to say anything nice about that worm but he does have good taste. Not only is mydesire to be a girl being accepted, but it's almost being encouraged bySarah's mother.That night my sleep is filled with multiple confusing dreams brought onby my excited state. The most vivid dream of them all is, once again,myself wearing a wedding dress, stood in front of an identically-dressedSarah, leaning in to kiss each other as the priest says 'you may kiss thebride'...I get more homework done on Sunday and Monday than I have at any otherpoint of my school life. The two. And, I told myself, she’s gay and doesn’t hide it. Tantalising having a beautiful gay neighbour but she has a girlfriend. In my bed that didn’t stop me seeing, in my mind’s eye that bra, the nipple, her hand cupping it seemingly lovingly. That led to me reaching down between my legs, easing my long, silk nighty up, stroking myself through the fabric. Lifting the silk out of the way I spread my legs wider and enjoyed feeling ‘her’ fingers caressing me until I was open, then between my lips until. I got up off the bed, walked over to Brandon and place both my arms around him. We hugged and kissed and just enjoyed being in one another's arms for a while. There was no sex, although we both were hard enough for that to happen, just a transfer of our love for each other.As we broke our embrace, I noticed Mikey standing in the doorway. "Oh, you are a quiet sneak," I said to him."Hey, don't stop on my account," he blurted out with a big laugh.Brandon turned to Mikey and smiled. "So what do you.